Spandau Roulette

We've been slowly digging through boxes that had been packed away over at our house, a process akin to Christmas. It's a beautiful thing.

As is my annual date with my wife. I admit to needing to get out more often, but we have kids and a total lack of friends/family around here, limiting our prospects. And on the same day that "Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy" came out! What luck!

Unfortunately, we didn't go. But we did spend tons of time holding each others hands.

Hands that could be on dolphins, or maybe I'm thinking of brains and mice.

I can't for the life of me figure out what the problem is with giving human qualities to mice is. Oh, sure they're kept in cages and asked to perform meaningless tasks and sometimes suffer apparently random deaths, but aren't we all?
They might stage breakouts, charge for cheese, or hold protests, but so what?

Oh well.

Most of my gaming books don't have much dust on them, which is good. I've managed to narrow down the core books to the ones actually necessary to run a game, and might be able to interest the kids in "Star Wars". I've got the old WEG version, and I'm not afraid to use it. But it could be years/weeks/days before I try anything like that.

My wife spent some time yesterday recalling the glory of her Ars Magica group. I'm not sure if she was trying to hint that I should run a game for her, but in points it certainly sounded like it. I've heard similar hints from girls across the years. Usually they want me to run "Vampire," damn them.